The giant mused. He did not spend much time partying before, this was the first time in a long time he was acting alone, though it was for her sake. "Sure," he said, albeit tentatively." Honestly, I was going to spend this period meditating on the virtues of my important figurehead, but that involves neither drink or reverie, and I will need to establish a foundation to restore her glory."
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What's a trap? Are we talking about the yu-gi-oh card, because triggering those is pretty bad I hear?
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The status bar is like a real bar. People are intoxicated, saying the same damn things, but with a different manner each time.
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Don't you know? Kindness is the weapon that will surpass Metal Gear.
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@Jett Ryu The real question is when they are gonna burn up in the molten core.
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In my world there is a god of transformations who is the cause of thansgender people. Some people inherit their natural tendency to feel uncomfortable in one form over another.
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Rise of Strahd: 5e Solo D&D game, Mature (18+) game, Seeking Female Partner (Closed)
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I would be interested.
Angel sensed the air of unease when he invoked his master's name. He didn't mind what they thought about him, he was nothing before serving her, no significance behind any of his actions. In contrast, there was no barrier to sound sleep, and he dreamt of seeing his master smiling honestly again, without the influence of that enchanter. Kalabac was bothersome but he could not have bested her parents who hadn't quite given her their blessing to begin her campaign; regardless, the situation at hand was dire, Angel did not have a mind for quests, though only he could fulfill his.
He left his quarters, drawn by the chanting. Surely this too was magic, if going by another name. While he was waiting, he thought he may as well see what all the fuss was about, that City Father. Demons were no matter, Angel would have faced whatever threatened his master, the man was interesting is all. The curious thing was whether or not the heralded figure actually believed in what he did, and out of that determination, whatever it was, did it make him stronger. He looked for someone already talking about him, asked if he was really as the legends say. "This patron of yours...Is he more than an official?"
He left his quarters, drawn by the chanting. Surely this too was magic, if going by another name. While he was waiting, he thought he may as well see what all the fuss was about, that City Father. Demons were no matter, Angel would have faced whatever threatened his master, the man was interesting is all. The curious thing was whether or not the heralded figure actually believed in what he did, and out of that determination, whatever it was, did it make him stronger. He looked for someone already talking about him, asked if he was really as the legends say. "This patron of yours...Is he more than an official?"
He is a fighter. Most of the time he is a decent guy but the person he serves is evil and he serves her unfailingly-- she is the reason he is adventuring, after all. He is looking for something to deal with a troublesome enemy of hers.
I did it.
https://dicecloud.com/character/i8dtgveFC7iRe9ZC8/Angel
I'll get to work on the history.
I'll get to work on the history.
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OK with 3 and 4.
OK with 3 and 4.
I can be a player.
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Have you seen Katekyo Hitman Reborn? The plot of the best arc, the future arc, involves someone who gains the knowledge of the other worlds and sets out to conquer them all, turning some of them to wastelands. I would recommend that show just for that arc, it has a good plot and great fights, and though the beginning was slow, it turns out that what I thought was filler was actually diligent build-up. Anyway, I think it would be interesting to have a connection between the different worlds similar to what I'm discussing, just throwing it out there.
There is no escape because there is no where to go, it is all the same place.
The first touch moved Clay, but it didn't change him. There was no order to it; he had pretended that he was just another student who had bumped into her like the rest. A just student who had locked onto her eyes as if he had never been fed on anything else. "I'm sorry." He couldn't help that he hated Sabrina, despite all that had happened.
This girl had faced the impact of car the day before. Clay knew because he had called the ambulance, riden with her, gave his blood. She did not remember because Clay did not allow her to; she was a witch, but she didn't know it, so he had power over her now. Not knowing had no effect on the bad luck surrounding her life, however, knowing would surely bring fierce antagonists into her life. This would pass in much the same quality of the poltergeist stage, Clay would be relieved of his duty-- he might remember who he really was. In the end, it might be only he who he would remember who he was but that was enough because hypothetically it was an identity that he will have earned on his own merit.
The situation didn't make it easy, though: he was surprised when he heard other students talk about her that he understood the unique brand of attractiveness that she could wield. She seemed to peer through her scarring in the same manner that a wizened animal does through a cowl that isn't particularly unique physically, absolutely different in moments of a decisive move. In short, he did want to touch her. It wasn't pity. No, he wouldn't have any of that. It was respect for someone who was still more than she should be at her age because the pain hadn't caught up yet-- when it did he would be free. Maybe, the fact that she wasn't totally confused. "That's okay. I can see your eyes, you know. People may lie; I don't lie to myself."
Clay returned to his seat, certain that his hands were always real.
The first touch moved Clay, but it didn't change him. There was no order to it; he had pretended that he was just another student who had bumped into her like the rest. A just student who had locked onto her eyes as if he had never been fed on anything else. "I'm sorry." He couldn't help that he hated Sabrina, despite all that had happened.
This girl had faced the impact of car the day before. Clay knew because he had called the ambulance, riden with her, gave his blood. She did not remember because Clay did not allow her to; she was a witch, but she didn't know it, so he had power over her now. Not knowing had no effect on the bad luck surrounding her life, however, knowing would surely bring fierce antagonists into her life. This would pass in much the same quality of the poltergeist stage, Clay would be relieved of his duty-- he might remember who he really was. In the end, it might be only he who he would remember who he was but that was enough because hypothetically it was an identity that he will have earned on his own merit.
The situation didn't make it easy, though: he was surprised when he heard other students talk about her that he understood the unique brand of attractiveness that she could wield. She seemed to peer through her scarring in the same manner that a wizened animal does through a cowl that isn't particularly unique physically, absolutely different in moments of a decisive move. In short, he did want to touch her. It wasn't pity. No, he wouldn't have any of that. It was respect for someone who was still more than she should be at her age because the pain hadn't caught up yet-- when it did he would be free. Maybe, the fact that she wasn't totally confused. "That's okay. I can see your eyes, you know. People may lie; I don't lie to myself."
Clay returned to his seat, certain that his hands were always real.
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